Much of You sing and play along

How could I stand here and watch the sun rise,

follow the mountains where they touch the sky,

ponder the vastness and the depths of the sea,

and think for a moment the point of it all was to make much of me?

'Cause I'm just a whisper and You are the thunder.

And I want to make much of You,

Jesus, I want to make much of Your love.

I want to live today to give You the praise that You alone are so worthy of.

I want to make much of Your mercy,

I want to make much of Your cross.

I give You my life;

take it and let it be used to make much of

You.

And how can I kneel here and think of the cross,

the thorns and the whip and the nails and the spear,

the infinite cost

to purchase my pardon

and bear all my shame,

and think I have anything worth boasting in except for Your name?

'Cause I am a sinner and You are the Savior.

And I want to make much of

You. This is Your love, oh,

God, not to make much of me,

but to send Your own Son so that we could make much of You for all eternity.

And I want to make much of You,

Jesus, I want to make much of Your love.

I want to live today to give You the praise that You alone are so worthy of.

I want to make much of Your mercy,

I want to make much of Your cross.

I give You my life;

take it and let it be used to make much of

You.

I want to make much of You,

much of You, Jesus.